14/03/97

The beach-
lonesome, it seems-
apart from this little girl
and the eyes that watch.

She
glances awhile,
searching
for the helping hand.

Gentle sand,
playful ebb and flow,
caressing breeze-
company for the child woman.

Sand castles,
tear washed as they crumble
but the sparkle lights
as she tenderly builds.

The beach teases,
extending
her stay-
in embrace forever.

Patience anew, and
hope, the only support,
within her bosom
there’s love that binds.

There is the hand
that awaits
for a mortal grasp-
not knowing how.

The moment of birth
lingers
awaiting joy-
an immortal child.